Writing, I’m Writing





I ‘m writing. Well, I wrote that much, anyway. It seems to me that everything gets in the way of my writing.

Cloudy days.



A hangnail.

A good book.

Do you get the picture? I have been told by more consistent writers than I, that I should just write. I have even written about it. It seems, however, that I still do it. I  put EVERYTHING before writing.

Cloudy days make me lackadaisical and writing is hard, after all, so I put it off. And suddenly, it is a week later and no writing is done.

Company presents itself and they have to be entertained. Let us  not read any of my writing to them, it’s too personal, and besides, it may about them and I will have to defend my position to them. If I just blog it and they don’t know where to find it, they won’t read it, and I won’t have to defend myself.

Pain. I am not talking about severe pain, for that, I could forgive myself and so could everyone else. I am talking about that when you get up from a long sit and the muscles say, “Really?” and then you stretch and all is well. But there has been pain, so I can’t write through it.

A hangnail may make it difficult to type on the keyboard or make it difficult to hold a pencil, so, no writing.

A good book is always a good reason not to write. Research. No one argues with research. Of course, it is also good for comparison that you could never write like this, so why write?

I know the answer to all these things: JUST WRITE.

So, here I am writing.

I have turned on the light and it isn’t as dark with the clouds.

My company has bid me adieu, so now I can write.

I have stretched the pain away, so now, I can write.

I put a band-aid on the hangnail, so, I can write.

I finished the good book, so, now, you guessed it, I can write.

All of the excuses are covered, so let’s go write!